The couple on a secret romantic trip stood on the deck of the ship passionately kissing and embracing, blissfully unaware that the woman's boyfriend was watching from his cabin room. He had a ticking time-bomb in his hand and set the countdown clock to 60 minutes and placed it inside a briefcase. He then walked nonchalantly to the bar where he could order himself a couple of large whiskies on the rocks and wait for the explosion. He hated the cheating pair so much that he was prepared to commit an act of terrorism.
Darren Sewell
Thursday 4 August 2016
Wednesday 3 August 2016
Trane of Thought
Trane of Thought
Midnight glimpses round
Smoking down.
Dripping from his skin comes the shade
The cigarette haloes blow away
And the trumpet glistens,
Like a sharp smile of joy.
He breathes
Cool as dusk, soft as ashes.
Blowing crystal , glinting , scolding
Streaming against drumbeat pour.
New night sky colours flowing
Riot blossom of light
Scattering jade.
And the man
Like a statue in spellbound blue
Just looks.
Silent and distant
As the cloudy moon.
Chris Bird
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